Dig in.

A slow burn down my throat
Toxins warming my chest
Darkness
Music
Two eyes melting into the half-life of whatever went down the hatch
The entire face of the night wears a droopy demon, angry against the grain of the medicine
An red-hot blade sears into the leftover muscle used to drive it in
Nodding a lazy head along to whatever shuffles on the speaker
Watching the clock in anticipation for the rest to kick in
Losing control of limbs, just as planned
Pulsing pain everywhere
It all can't be felt in your head if you dig it into your skin, your muscles, your veins.
Over and over and over and over
back and forth and back and forth
then the strange rapture of bleeding out
Relief...

Nothing.
Black.
Silence.
Oblivion.
Solice.
Death.